Limos, swanky hotels, and luscious dinners. That pretty much sums up the rest of the trip. Oh, except for rattlesnakes, frogs and ghosts. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves.
One of the oddest things about my trip was the fact that I knew I wouldn’t have to worry. It wasn’t until I got off the plane and was walking toward the baggage claim that I thought to myself, hey, all they told me was that someone was going to pick me up at the airport. They didn’t tell me where.
Before I had a chance to worry, there he was. Right at the entrance to the baggage claim.
It was definitely for real now.
The kind gentleman put me in a limo before disappearing. The car was something big and black and shiny. It was a…uhhh…not a Ford.
After about a 45 minute drive through the city to the airport…we arrive at the Hotel Roosevelt. It’s right in the centre of Hollywood, on Hollywood Boulevard, across from Graumann’s Chinese Theatre, where the famous walk of stars is. Yeah – we were right in the hub.
And now here’s my room. Sorry about the video quality. I took the video with my cell phone, because my luggage hadn’t arrived yet, but I needed to capture it before I messed it up.
Too cute! I loved my little Cabana Room with its little courtyard. And it was situated right behind the famous Tropicana pool bar.
And I do mean right next door. That noise you hear in the video above is actually a party going on at the pool bar. It was New Line Cinema’s 40th birthday. I figured if I could hear it that well, I should be allowed to see it, so I tried to crash. No luck. I stood in the hall and taped it instead.
Something about “They will go boldly into the future…blah blah blah…bottom line, proud accomplishments, great future, differentiated past, opportunities galore.”
Isn’t Hollywood grand!
Tags: Ford, Escape From Boredom, Hotel Roosevelt, Hollywood, New Line Cinema, Tropicana Bar
Great meeting you Irene! I hope the Man Brooches pick up enough that you can open a Man-Broochery on Rodeo drive!
Why that’s my dream! I’ll be needing some models, so keep that expanse of unadorned chest area brooch-ready.